This is a song about "Back up in this bitch with a motha fukin sawed off"

Tumbleweeds up in this bitch, mildrid

And california on that jerk shit

Back that booty up bitch, i'm a bumble bee

We came.. way too far pretty baby

He gets straight back up with a big grin in his head

And my vision isn't set on the money i get

I'm back up in this bitch with a bitch i call her cinna bun

It's ironic cause i always hear you talking about one

This music's dying with it's head strung up in a tightened rope,

Ain't he dope? no, he the same as shit that tyler wrote

Cap heights, 1-2-4, landover, everywhere

Fukin bitch ass need to be in the chair

Get your mitts up bitch, this is a stick up

Rapping roulette, this life is a drug

I'm from a cocaine block, with some plain clothes cops

Like explosive bangs from a sawed-off shotguns cough,